Chapter 35: Beast of Darkness

Xanth

Anger and lust tangle in my chest as I escort Shaye back to her cell. She refuses to look at me when I leave her there, and I decide to let her stew. It burns me, but I'll be back for her whether she likes it or not. The taste of her is still on my lips. It's not enough, but it will have to do for now. I turn on my heels and walk away, hating how she's gotten under my skin.

I round the corner and two losers are on the ground, rolling around, punching.

I stand over them, watching at first, rather enjoying the primal anger of a fight. When their aggression rules the body and instinct takes over.

"Fuck you, asshole." The one with a scar covering the left side of his face sneers at his opponent.

Usually watching them fight is enough for me, but it's not enough today. My body buzzes with adrenaline.

As the scarred one gets to his feet, I crash into him, throwing an elbow into his throat. He makes a satisfying gurgling sound.

"Shit," his opponent whimpers behind me.